street haikus Vol I

Tucked under your arm,
when we crash in the hallway.
I melt into you.



To have these strong hands
 making soft pleading motions
in my direction.



Any man will praise
the beauty of your figure
when you're astride them.



I passed on the street
someone who smelled just like you;
a most common smell.



"I'm not one who begs"
you told me the other night
but sadly, you will.



I see you watching
I know you'll draw them later:
the runes on my back.